Robin's Nest

Thursday, August 17, 2017

I'm no flash dancerNo, it's not my styleBut you're in my armsWe'll spin for a whileI feel your warm handTogether we're closeWe move our bodiesYou scent's like a roseI look in your eyeDeep as a dark poolOh music play onFor I'm but a foolYour eyes now meet mineThey're eager for moreDancing is funBut you I adoreImage found ar www.photoessay.net

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

How could I not feel?The deep anguish in her eyesAs I spoke those wordsHow could I not see?The flood of tears on her cheeksAs we argued longHow could I walk out?Without giving it a thoughtFrom our house that nightMoon hid in the cloudsIn the cold I walked aloneRegretting each wordLater I returnedEverything was in darknessThere was not a soundShe slept with the kidsWith her arms around them bothIt's my turn to weepImage found at www.huffingtonpost.com

Monday, August 14, 2017

Just three little kidsWading barefoot in the streamGlorious summerJust three little kidsRun with their dog in the parkScreaming with laughterJust three little kidsWith a bag full of candyHeaven for the dayThis little haiku stream was posted elsewhere almost exactly three years ago today and is just a sweet reminder of childhoodImage found at www.wisconsinparent.com

Sunday, August 13, 2017

"Penny for them" she saidWife wanted to know what I was thinkingWished she hadn't asked meMy mind in the shadowsOf those days when I was young and freeAnd of young Cindy LeeYoung and brown and smilingWith her dark hair in loops and ringletsLoving eyes just for meI loved her that's for sureBut it wasn't written in the starsConfirmed by father LeeI got wise quite quicklySo began life's crooked path, but notWith my young Cindy LeeI wonder if she'd sayIf we met walking down the street"Couldn't you wait for me?"Image found at www.pinterest.com

Saturday, August 12, 2017

I remember himThe smoky dance floorAnd the boozy nightsTrad jazz band playingWe were in our teensLaughing at nothingWhen we both got stonedHe joined the forcesThen when I asked whyHis answer was justTo see the wide worldNever imaginedHim with back pack onThe day that he phonedIt wasn't all trueBare faced lies in factHe bagged a job as A special agentUnknown to us all'Til his wife called Surprised I'd not knownWell push came to shoveThey lost him abroadCame back a heroBut dead to the worldPlayed jazz in the churchI'd pushed for that thoughtOf times we were stonedImage found at www.eveyo.com

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Can I tell you about my pen palWho I am sure is a sweet galThat writes a lot about her landBut doesn't know I want to hold her handThen dance around in a pas-de-deuxAnd kiss her lips as I imagine herGrinning and looking into my eyesAnd when I touch I hear her sighsThen wrap her up in a warm embraceOnly see a wide smile on her facePerhaps she doesn't want all thatBut only wants to show me her catOr take me to her busy cityWhile I would like some serenityBy wrapping her up in my armsBy being beguiled with her charmsPerhaps I shouldn't go on like thatAs teacher said we should only chat

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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

We moved into an old house in the country in June so many years ago and the weather was already warm so we left the doors and windows open wide to create a cool draft within.Later as winter winds blew we closed them tight to keep what warm air there was in the room we were especially the bedrooms at night before we air conditioning.We had hardly been in bed five minutes when we heard this scratching noise on one of the other doors so my wife nudged me and said "What's that?"So I got up and looked out from our door and still the scratching went on so one by one I checked the others doors to see if a rat or bird or open window could make that sound until I came to a little storage room and opened that,Without ado there was a whoosh and a grateful sigh and I was almost blown off my feet as this gust of air enveloped me and blew away I know not where.Strangely though rather being scared out my wits I felt now calm and serene for I then realised we lived with a friendly ghost that needed just one open door to come out and play.Image found at www.pinterest.com

About Me

Retired and glad to be so. Family is the most important thing to have and enjoy.
Now please remember, most of what I tell you is fiction. Much of it is based on personal experiences, recollections and just plain fabrication!
Often in tales about myself I may appear to be the hero, well I am not going to be the villain am I?

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My Cousin Rachel - Despite reading some not too flattering reviews of this film and seeing previous interpretations I thought the story as presented was engaging and characters believable in this new remake of the classical story. Starring Rachel Weisz and Sam Caflin. 8/10